The Real Hogwarts Chapter 69 Sandwich
Voldemort sat at the head of the high teachers' table.
After he appeared, the entire auditorium became quiet.
Even though the students sitting here were mostly teenagers, almost no one was unaware of the authority of the man who had changed the entire wizarding world.
Even though he only comes to Hogwarts Castle once on this day every school year, no student forgets that he is the headmaster of this wizarding school.
Sitting to Voldemort's left was Snape, and to his right was Barty Crouch Jr.
This is his agent in this castle, and also his most loyal and capable subordinate.
“The beginning of a new semester always makes people happy.”
A faint smile appeared on his handsome face, and his voice echoed throughout the auditorium.
No one dared to whisper at this time, and many people even tried to control their breathing, as if a slightly faster breath would disturb the gentleman on the stage.
"Welcome to the school, new students. I hope you can treat this castle as your home in the future. Everyone who can sit here has truly noble blood flowing in their veins. The excellence of pure -bloods is unquestionable, but mixed-bloods also have their share of glory."
"We all share the same noble blood. To uphold this noble blood is to uphold ourselves."
Voldemort picked up the goblet in front of him, which was one third full of blood-red wine.
"For the purest bloodline!"
Whether it was the single long table or the three long tables in the center of the auditorium, all the students and professors on the podium raised their glasses together.
"For the purest bloodline!"
Young voices echoed in the auditorium, their faces flushed with excitement, and everyone seemed to believe in the great prospect of "protecting noble blood is protecting oneself"!
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All students who did not pass the "holiday training" were punished with three lashes.
The number may not seem large, but for these skinny "Mudbloods", if these three whips were a little heavier, they would have killed many of them.
Dolokhov really did what he said. A total of thirteen students were punished that night, and in the end, exactly five people fainted.
These five people, along with other students covered in wounds, will be treated tonight by the school doctor named Lestrange, and it will not affect their normal classes and work tomorrow.
But the wounds on the body can be healed, but the psychological impact of being hung up in public and whipped on these students can never be erased.
This flogging was both a summary of the “holiday training” for the old students and the first training lesson for the freshmen.
After all the punishments were completed, the students began their "back-to-school dinner".
Each person was given a glass of water and two slices of hard bread.
Students who received an O in their grades during the holidays were distinguished from the others and were given the honor of receiving an extra sandwich which, judging by its hardness, should be leftover from the night before.
There were actually more than a dozen people who felt proud of getting an extra sandwich that was supposed to be thrown away.
They received their reward from Dolokhov with their heads held high, looking as proud as dogs who had received a leftover bone from their master.
The dinner in the hall has already begun, and as the castle's administrator, Dolohov will certainly not miss the event where Voldemort will be present.
The only ones left in the basement were the "Mudbloods" who were silently eating water and dry bread.
These children at the bottom of the entire magical world also formed different circles.
Most of the mudbloods who got the sandwiches sat close together, as if their better performance in following the orders of their "pure-blood masters" would set them apart from the other "mudbloods" and make them appear more noble.
These people are mostly children of fifteen or sixteen years old. They have been here for more than four years and have already accepted their identity as slaves. In order to become the "superior" among slaves, they will willingly obey all orders in the school. They have been domesticated to a very successful degree.
Jon was obviously an outlier among the students who got the sandwich. He did not join the senior students and did not even seem to have any intention of eating the sandwich.
He is a normal person, not a dog. He didn't even have the mood to touch the sandwich, the "meat bone" given to him as alms.
Jon broke up the dry bread that was comparable to the rock cakes made by Hagrid and soaked it in water. Just as he was about to use this glass of "bread and water" to solve his hunger, he suddenly noticed a pair of eyes that had been staring at him since just now .
He looked at the girl with long chestnut hair. The girl was also looking at him, or to be exact, at the sandwich he had thrown beside him.
Jon hesitated for a moment, then gently pushed the sandwich towards the girl.
The girl did not grab the sandwich immediately. Her eyes turned to other senior students who had received sandwiches. After observing that their attention was not on her, she quickly picked up Jon's reward, broke it in half, put one half back in front of Jon, and hid the other half behind her.
Jon blinked, somewhat surprised at the girl's thoughtfulness and how she knew how to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Just when he thought that the girl would secretly eat half of the sandwich after ensuring safety, Jon suddenly realized that the girl actually had no intention of eating.
She was moving carefully, as if she was afraid that any big movements would attract the attention of others, especially the senior students who had taken the sandwiches.
Finally, it took her three or four minutes to move to an inconspicuous corner, where a freshman was sitting, crying secretly with his head buried in his knees.
He was the boy who had been whipped by Dolokhov at the beginning for asking questions.
He couldn't swallow the dry and hard bread at all, and he didn't dare to cry out loud. He could only bury his face in his knees and use his body to cover up the desperate sadness.
Until the girl gently touched his hair and handed the half sandwich to him.
The freshman raised his tearful face. The girl, who was only one year older than him, showed a smile on her dirty face that was gentler than anyone else's. Then she gently handed the sandwich in her hand forward, as if to signal the freshman to take it.
“This might taste better.”
Her voice was very small and soft, like a small weak flame, which looked fragile, but was enough to warm a desperate child...
